Vision Of Evil

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈

Omniscient
September 11th
California: Compton

Dia threw her wine glass in Demetrius' direction as he entered the room. His reflexes were fast though so he quickly dodged it before it could hit him and the glass shattered on the door. "Have you lost yo damn mind?" he yelled advancing towards her

Dia stood on the bed so that she was taller than him, "I just might have the day I fell in love with you! You make me sick, I been home for two months and yo stupid ass already deciding to be with different bitches like-" she stopped her rant and sighed

"Where you been all night?" she asked in a lower tone, holding her hands together

Demetrius chuckled and closed his eyes, of course he had been with Riley but wouldn't tell her that. But one thing about Dia he knew, she already knew when he was with someone else, "You already know so why I gotta say it Dia?" he asked

"You just can't be committed to me for two seconds can you?" Dia shook her head and stepped down from the bed so her feet were now planted on the floor. "I don't get you Cartier, why do you play with my emotions like this?" she asked

"I'm not playing with shit, shut up man you and this complaining gets on my nerves." Demetrius said, annoyed that they were still having the same conversation over and over.

Dia pursed her lips and nodded, "You're right." she agreed, "I'm done having this argument I don't even know why I be getting mad at this point." she chuckled

Demetrius watched as she opened the closet door and began to dig through her clothes. After a few seconds of her looking she had pulled out an entire outfit and placed some shoes in the bedroom.

Standing by the bed, she started to change her shirt, "Do what you want Demetrius, I hope her pussy was good." she said completely removing her shirt

But before she had time to put another one on, he grabbed her arm. "Where you think you going?" he asked

Dia snatched her arm from him and glared, putting on her small cropped spaghetti strap shirt, "To find some dick to sit on until you wash whatever girl you had on that one off." she smiled

Demetrius felt a nerve tick in his head and he pushed her backwards so she slammed into the dresser behind them. His bigger hand wrapped around her throat tightly, "Diamonté I will not hesitate to kill you I wish you would try and give my pussy to somebody else."

"Demetrius, you don't own me nor do you own my body parts get yo damn hands off me." she glared trying to pry his hand off her neck because he was lowkey hurting her

He chuckled and let go of her, backing away a little, "You be thinking you so tough until I knock yo ass out." he said with a smile

Dia took that as a challenge. She rose an eyebrow and tied her hair into a quick ponytail, "If you wanna fight, let's fight." she shrugged

But Demetrius didn't take her serious, he simply waved her off, "Please yo lil ass ain't gone-" Once  she caught him off guard, Dia grabbed his arm and yanked it foward then brought her knee up to to hit his stomach as hard as she could. Demetrius groaned in pain, and was shocked feeling how strong she was.

But before Dia had time to do anything else, he recovered a little and brought his hand up to back slapped her so Dia stumbled a bit before glaring at him. Regaining her balance, she punched him in the jaw. Then attempted to deliver a kick but he grabbed her leg, pushing her down so she fell on the floor.